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Son Ye Jin Tits
In the morning the animals came out of their stalls to find that the flagstaff had been blown down and an elm tree at the foot of the orchard had been plucked up like a radish. Son Ye Jin Tits. Chaucer, Shakespeare, Milton, Byron -- theyll exist only in Newspeak versions, not merely changed into something different, but actually changed into something contradictory of what they used to be. |
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